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been more sensible.   I reached down and traced my tummy while
my eyes inventoried the room.   ‘ Or maybe not…’   A devilish voice sounded in my
head.  

 
    After
we finished dinner Daniel led me upstairs to his bedroom.   I sat on his bed as he flipped the
switch and the night sky came into view.   It was stunningly beautiful and as he crawled in next to me I wondered how
I would ever leave.   It was just so
cozy, so utterly and completely inviting.   I wanted to stay.

 
    “Will
you take me again?   Under the
moon.”   I said softly, tracing my
fingernails along his muscular chest.  

 
    “It
would be my pleasure ,” he
grinned.   “We might want to use a
condom this time though.  

 
    He
pulled open the drawer next to his bed and pulled out a shiny gold wrapped
condom.   “Would you do the
honor?”   He asked, holding the foil
out to me.

 
    “Not
yet, I want to feel you first, bare,” I leaned in and kissed him hard,
spreading my thighs and tangling them in his.  

 
    I
spit into my hand and started to stroke his cock.   I knew that in a moment he’d forget all
about the condom, and that was exactly what I wanted him to do.   It might take all night, but I was going
to make a baby, his baby.

 
    Sensuous Curves

 
    By Talia Day
    Copyright © 2015 Talia Day
    All Rights Reserved Worldwide

 
 
 
    Sensuous Curves

 
    Hailey
    "Are
you sure this is such a good idea?" I asked my boyfriend, Zach, as he
guided his Land Rover into the driveway of his dad's beach house. "You
didn't even ask him if we could use it for the weekend."

 
    Zach rolled
his eyes. "Relax, Hailey. My dad's negotiating an acquisition for his
company this weekend. Which means he's probably playing golf in Arizona right
now."

 
    "Okay,"
I said, still a little doubtful. I stepped out of the car onto the driveway, staring
at the massive house in front of us. I could hear the waves crashing against
the shore, just a hundred feet away.

 
    Now that was the sound of money.

 
    "Come
on," Zach teased, his naughty hand tracing along my waist and pushing up
my shirt. "We've got the whole place to ourselves. We can do whatever we want."

 
    I giggled
and slapped his hand away.

 
    "Oh,
really?" I started stepping backwards into the house, then stopped to pull down the neckline of my shirt, teasing him with a little glimpse
of my breasts and nipples.

 
    Zach groaned
with desire. I loved being alone with him because he could finally let down his
guard and love my curvy body the way he wanted to. Whenever we were in public
together, or out with his friends, he seemed a lot colder and less affectionate,
like he was embarrassed to be seen with me or something.

 
    It made me
sad, but at the same time I knew he was the son of a massively successful
billionaire hedge-fund manager, and in his social circle, not having a
girlfriend who was skinny, tan and model-perfect opened you up to all kinds of
ridicule.

 
    It had been
different back where I had grown up, in the working-class town of East Peoria,
Illinois. I'd always attracted a lot of attention there with my curvy body and
busty figure.

 
    Zach had been
going through a hippy phase a few years back, bumming around and following his
favorite band while squandering his trust fund. I was on a road trip to see my
father in Arizona when we had met at a music festival.

 
    I still
shivered thinking about that first night, thinking back to all the nasty, dirty things we had done in his
tent. Whatever troubles our relationship may have, I knew that passion would
keep us together.

 
    Hopefully
forever, but it wasn't likely.

 
    "I want
to fuck you right here in the driveway," he growled, grabbing at my ass. I
squealed and started running for the door. We burst into the house, and Zach
pinned me against the refrigerator, one hand already pushing against my crotch
as we made out.

 
    "Oh my
God, baby," I gasped. He stopped, panting hard,
and we